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Week of April 13-19, 1987Easter Holiday: On CampusGryffindor vs. Hufflepuff:March 15
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WeatherFull sunSnow 5 feet deep and melting slowlyHighs: Mid 60s FLows: High 40s Sunrise: 5:54 a.m. Sunset: 8:39 p.m.
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Apr 1 12 3:29 AM
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Nigel Wright Gryffindor - 1984 Gypsy and Deviant Forever at a PriceMinor Earth, Major Sky
Her hesitation when he offered to walk her back clued him into the fact that she was looking for an out in this awkward conversation. Whoops. See? This is why he spent most of his time with Gryffindors. If one of them wanted to get away from him, they would say something about ‘I’ll talk to you later. Goodbye.’ Not ask if ‘we’ should go back inside… Hufflepuffs. There was something fundamentally wrong with them, in his opinion. And now he was stuck walking her back inside, when she didn’t even want him around. He couldn’t say, ‘Oh, nevermind, you’re on your own,’ without sounding incredibly rude… Something that he didn’t really have a problem with normally, but as he was soon to be dead, he’d prefer not to be remembered as rude.
Hoisting his bag farther up on his shoulder, he kept pace with her as they walked across the bridge. In an effort to keep the ‘not rude’ persona alive, he also held the door open for her. He was not, however, going so far as to offer to carry her books. She played Quidditch. She could carry her own damn books. Still, he replied to her comments about the weather in the expected manner. Actually, he was relieved to get to a familiar spot of routine weather-speak. He was less likely to say something upsetting while discussing the weather. This was something he knew.
“I quite like the cold,” he said, as they left the breezy open-air bridge and entered the drafty stone halls of the castle. “It’s the wind that bothers me, really,” he added. “Not to say that I don’t like a nice breeze, though. Otherwise, I start to feel suffocated.” He rather liked that the castle was so drafty. Unless he was walking alone at night… then the wind whistling through the suits of armour and making the flames in the sconces flicker really creeped him out. Especially since Nat had him reading that terrible book about knights. He could easily imagine them coming alive and chasing him with a lance… Fortunately, he didn’t often wander the halls by himself. That book scared him enough as it was without thinking about ghostly suits of armour coming after him.
“You got hurt in Quidditch?” he asked. Regardless of the fact that he attended most matches, he didn’t often pay the most attention to the other team. He was mostly watching his own team to monitor their well-being. If one of them got injured too severely, that meant he’d have to tag in for the next match. He did not want to tag in for that. “Eh,” he said, noncommittally. Flying was overrated. He liked flying, but when he flew, people tended to expect him to want to play Quidditch, which he avoided, because if he played Quidditch too often, he might get good, and then someone might think about promoting him to first string next year, and he didn’t want that, because Quidditch was a dangerous sport… clearly, as she was telling him that she was injured. He didn’t want to get into all that, so he kept it to an ‘eh’.
“I do like the rain,” he ventured, as the conversation lulled again. It did seem like it was taking forever for them to reach the Hufflepuff area. At this pace, they will have exhausted all the possible forms of weather by the time they got halfway there. “If it’s warm out,” he clarified. “Cold rain is the worst. Worse than snow even, I think.”
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